Jason, pushing open the door, strode along.

With a diffuse dead aura as a guide, he didn't need any more observation.

Hit the nail on target and you're done.

In the room next to the three stairs, Jason finds the hidden bomb.

Put it in a basket and hide it in a closet.

It has also been carefully arranged, and if it is not thoroughly searched, it will be difficult for ordinary people to find it at all.

But for Jason, a bomb tainted with death is no different than putting it in front of him.

It's not an open hanging!

It's that he's capable!

[Dead Qi Perception] is his specialty, what's wrong with saying that it's his own ability?

After checking that there were no arrangements like thunder, Jason lifted the cloth towel that covered the basket.

Immediately, a bomb with a timer appeared in everyone's eyes.

There are less than five minutes left on the timer.

Looking at the passing time, Edward shouted:

"Split the group!"

Then, after estimating the power of the bomb, the leader of the special operations team hated the 'ripper in the night' even more.

Obviously, if it weren't for Jason finding the bomb so quickly.

This bomb is bound to have unimaginable consequences.

Although the entire police apartment will not be blown up, the surrounding rooms will definitely not be spared, and if there are people inside......

The results speak for themselves.

"This bastard, did you notice that we had locked him in, so he provoked him?"

"No!"

"No, it's not a provocation."

"He's here to divert our attention!"

Edward pondered.

"Maybe it's just pure madness?"

Jason, for his part, made a different view.

"Pure madness?"

"Whether it's provocation or madness!"

"I'm going to get this bastard!"

Mr. Edward frowned, then shook his head.

For him, no matter what a criminal like the 'Ripper of the Night' is, only the gallows belong to the other party.

And he?

It is the one who sends the other party to the gallows with his own hands.

Watching his subordinates begin to defuse the bomb, Edward thought to himself.

At this time, he suddenly saw Jason walking downstairs.

"Where are you going?"

Edward asked.

"Go get that bastard."

Jason replied.

……

O'Comberg sat in a café across the street from the police station.

He took his coffee and looked at the police station opposite.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curle.

A smug smile appeared there.

"What a stupid mortal!"

He commented on the reporters who had already appeared at the street entrance.

These journalists are really stupid in his eyes.

There were no clues at all that he had deliberately left behind.

Of course, those clues are not real.

But it will make this game a little more interesting.

That's what he's looking forward to.

That's what he wants, too.

However, this did not hinder his mood to watch the play.

"Those 'little gifts' should have been discovered, right?"

O'Comberg thought.

Then, he saw the reporter who had rushed into the alley rush out again, following behind one of the men.

Is that......

Jason!

"Tsk."

O'Comberg pursed his lips, a disdainful voice coming from between his teeth.

He recognized Jason.

Through newspapers.

A person suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome is turned into a so-called detective by a group of stupid people, and is also hired by the police department as a special consultant.

From this point of view, a group of detectives led by Edward is also stupid.

I have never seen the world at all.

I don't know what a really smart person should look like.

Thinking of this, O'Comberg took another sip of coffee, his eyes full of pride.

But soon, this pride was replaced by a hint of surprise.

"Did you really find a 'gift'?"

"Not bad."

"It's not like any other mortal."

"It's a little smart."

O'Comberg put down his coffee, the disdain in his eyes narrowing slightly.

But it didn't disappear completely.

In his opinion, it is natural to find the body in the mailbox.

After all, he left clues on so many letters.

But!

What about the 'rewards' after that?

Will you find it?

O'Comberg was slightly expectant.

Then he saw Jason walking towards the police dormitory.

Suddenly, O'Comberg laughed.

Everything was as he expected.

"That's it!"

"That's it!"

"More people are fun."

O'Comberg muttered under his breath.

He is not worried about the absence of smart people, but rather of the absence of smart people.

Without the leadership of smart people, how can those stupid guys gather in everything, and how can they appreciate the charm of 'fireworks'?

As for Jason finding the 'time bomb' he laid out in advance?

Impossible!

He has layers of arrangement, and he hides the 'time bomb' very well!

Even if multiple people conduct a carpet search, they will not find that 'time bomb' within a safe time, let alone one person!

Do you think he is a son of the plane?

Or is he the son of Xindeok City, and the whole city loves and shelters him?

Impossible!

So, O'Comberg took his coffee and shifted his position.

He didn't want to be hurt by the shards of broken glass.

Even if you want to enjoy the fireworks, you should keep a safe distance.

However, just as O'Comberg picked up his coffee again, he saw Jason walk out of the police quarters.

"Huh?"

"Did you give up?"

"You know you won't be able to find it within a safe time, so evacuate first?"

"Good choice."

"He deserves to be a smart man."

O'Comberg thought sarcastically.

Then, he saw Jason stride in.

Found me?

No way!

I've done enough cover-up!

No one will be able to find out about me!

O'Comberg told himself in his heart, and then, pretending to sip his coffee elegantly, looked at Jason who was approaching, and smiled slightly: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Nope."

Jason replied.

O'Comberg breathed a sigh of relief.

Really!

It's a coincidence!

I said, I have put on a skirt for perfect concealment, how can ordinary people find me?

"Then you ......"

Syllable!

O'Comberg subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking, Jason raised his hand and struck him on the neck.

With the crisp sound of a knife, O'Comberg rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

And at this time, Edward caught up.

"Who is she?"

Looking at the unconscious O'Comberg, Edward was a little unsure.

"He's the guy we're looking for."

Jason said.

On the field of vision of [Death Qi Perception], the other party is contaminated with the same dead air as the previous internal organs and torso.

There is no doubt that the other party should be the murderer.

Edward nodded subconsciously at first, and then reacted quickly.

"Wait, you say him?"

Edward looked down at O'Comberg, who was wearing a bright red dress with lace at the edges, nails, lipstick, foundation, and carefully trimmed eyebrows, and was a little incredulous.

"Well, he."

Jason nodded.

Edward checked it out immediately.

Moments later......

He raised his hand in shock.

He shook his hands in disgust and looked at Jason incredulously.

"How do you know he's a man?"

"And how do you know he's the murderer?"

Jason glanced at the back of Edward, who was looking for disinfectant, and said lightly-

"Everything is obvious."